My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 41

"Hendrix, no! I'll get an infection!" I screamed frantically. Andrea just had her miscarriage, therefore Hendrix could not touch her. It was the same for me, but I could understand why he acted like that.

I panicked when he did not stop. "Hendrix, the doctor said that we can't do it for a month. Please."

I was on the verge of tears.

He probably noticed the pleading in my voice and eventually stopped dead in his tracks. He held me in his arms quietly and pressed his thin lips against my collarbone.

After a long pause, he was breathing normally again. He let go of me and his eyes were dark as he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Suddenly, my stomach growled and I felt very embarrassed. I nodded and smiled awkwardly. "I haven't eaten anything today."

Hendrix was taken aback. His eyes landed on the cucumber from earlier before giving me a complicated look. He asked again, "You were planning to eat a cucumber?"

I nodded and replied, "There's a greasy smell in the kitchen. I didn't want to cook either, so I washed some cucumbers."

He lowered his eyes and the corners of his lips curled. He looked as though he was smiling but he was seemingly at a loss.

Shortly after, he got up and went into the kitchen. When he doubled back, he was holding a bowl of noodles. He had even cracked two eggs on it.

I was staring at him blankly. He noticed my expression and raised his eyebrow. "Come and eat!" Although it was an order, I did not hate it.

I recalled what Josiah had told me earlier that day. If I was honest with Hendrix, would he handle everything?

I stood up and went to the dining table. I noticed that Hendrix had only made a bowl of noodles. I was puzzled at this and inquired, "Did you eat before you came back?"

He nodded in response and motioned me to eat before lowering his head to check his mobile phone.

The noodles were delicious. Yet, after a few mouthfuls, I felt nauseated and tried to hold it in.

However, I could no longer endure it. "Urgh!" I started retching and immediately dashed to the bathroom. I threw up everything I had just eaten and my stomach felt worse than ever.

"Does it taste bad?" A voice rang behind me. I froze before turning over my shoulder to stare at Hendrix.